As a general rule, working on the weekend is okay, I suppose, but every once in a while, it’s inconvenient.
In My Humble Opinion
I had difficulty determining whether that phrase is an idiom or a proverb, but since an idiom can “often be misunderstood from the meanings of its individual words,” while a proverb is a “short popular saying expressing belief that is generally thought to be true” (www.wikipedia.com) I’m going with proverb.
And if running around at breakneck speed last week didn’t kill me, nothing will. “You do it to yourself,” my shrink said. “Nobody is holding a gun to your head.” She’s right of course, I’m just not sure that I know how to do it any other way.
Wow, man. Between the never-ending rain and the plethora of events in the Upper Delaware River region, July has come and gone.
The lyrics from that old television theme song often pop into my head as I make my way from town to town in search of leisure-time entertainment, in the hopes that by sharing my thoughts (aka “humble” opinion) on all that I see, I can encourage you to get out there and support the arts.
Yes, the sound of music fills the air throughout the Upper Delaware River region all year long, but especially during the summer, thanks (in part) to the Pavilion concert season at Bethel Woods. Don’t get me wrong, I love checking out the local music scene and really enjoy the wide variety of entertainment that our home-grown bands provide.
Admittedly, I have more than a few miles under my belt at this stage in life, but it is milestones of a different sort that have cropped up over the last few days.
There are literally more than 50 towns, villages and hamlets that we at The River Reporter write about as we traverse the Upper Delaware River region in search of stories that continue our 40-plus-year tradition of award-winning coverage, delivering all the news that’s fit to print in your neck of the woods.
A long time ago (aka the 1970s) in a galaxy far, far away, I was a professional actor, which proved to be a decent training ground for my career as a theatre critic, among other dubious achievements.
Regardless of how frequently I remind myself to stop and smell the roses, more often than not they bloom while I am racing past them at lightning speed, on my way to a play, a concert, a gallery and a street fair.